Angelic and sweet,
Not evil as I beat you,
Grinding your bones and
Explosive bombs break.
Lest you run or escape.
Ready or not! Here I come,
Eat what you said to me.
Varying levels of courage, we have.
End your life, I will.
Numb, aren't you? Accept the pain!
Go, try to run! But I will win in the
End.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
